By Monalisa Nahak
Time feels out of sync.
All I feel is frustration.
I’m doing what I am asked to do, just like everyone else;
I’m carrying out my duties without any protest.
But my soul seems to be empty and my heart out of ink;
I cannot describe this devastation.
I need to escape this unending mess,
And travel to where my mind can rest.
I live in a world where I don’t belong;
People here speak a language I don’t understand.
I fail to contain myself while trying to adapt
I’m fading away for they want me to be what I’m not.
It’s difficult to fall asleep this way, so I sing myself a song.
But I find myself in an endless pit, an abyss of sand.
I shed tears and scream but there’s no one to help.
So I pulled myself out and went after what I have forever sought.
I finally found home and reasons
To be happy while embracing failures and flaws too.
A place where my presence is valued and acknowledged;
An arcadia where I do not have to fight wars to get by.
I shall call it freedom; this place from my visions,
Where I am not obliged to follows what I am asked to.
There is no criticism; change is embraced and encouraged,
And all that optimism keeps you strong come what may.
By Monalisa Nahak
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